The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-10-21

the heartn, In front OF DflHnt DtallnS
fire. n fine leg OF mutton majestically
turned on spit, like planet round
the sun.
THAT looks NICE" remarked Cho-
quart, after a moment of silent con-
temptation. "You are not altogether
an idiot A man who knows the worth
of spit deserves to live. But why
don't you haste your leg of mutton"
So saying Choquart took up the ladle,
and began pouring over the meat the
rich steaming Juice At that moment
the merchants wife came in.
"Ah, good day, madame, good day
to your said Choquart, rs he leant
over and deluged the savory roast.
"Well, you see what has happened.
Your husband isn't dead after all.
Dear me, how shall we get to arrange
the matter? IT'S very provoking,
very"
"Alas, sir, twas severe trial. God,
in His goodness, has spared his life. /
trust the lesson will be of service to
him."
God in His goodnessP" went on
muttering Choquart. That's al! very
well. But we haven't settled our
little difficulty rs yet"
Come, now, Choquart," said /.
interrupting him pretty sharply,
''we've had enough on that score. M.
Ballu has rendered you his best ex-
cuscs in my presence and cordially in
vited you to dinner. What more do
you want?"
Dear me-" said Choquart still
fascinated by the leg of mutton. IL do
think it is beginning to burn at the
joint"
The difficulty was now over, and the
duelist completely disarmed. We all
had dinner. Choquart rocountered
his duols to the upholsterer, and drank
with great gusto his spurious "
Madeira.
Choquart died in poverty. For
over twenty years he had lived on a
small pension granted him by the
Comte de Chambord. When, how
ever, he received five hundred francs,
his wont was to give his friends a sup
per which cost the same sum, so that
on certain days of the year he went
suppcrless TO bed. Still, he was eX-
tremcly punctilious in money matters.
Another chapter will throw light on
this side of his character.
Several years ago, we were supping,
after midnight, at the Vaudeville cof-
fee-house. Among those present were
Boufle, the lessee and manager of the
Vaudeville Theater; Briflaut, the jour
nalist; DR.. Lallcmand, who was the
proprietor of the Passage Radziwill;
an old notary of the name of Dubois;
Armand Marrast, then writer on the
staff Of the Tribune; an old sheriff 5
officer, called Mouton, and Choquart.
The latter had, rs usual, grown ten
der over the fate of the Princes belong
ing to the elder line; and Mouton, the
sheriff's officer, whose political SYM
pathes inclined toward the Republic,
went so far rs to say that Charles Y.
was IN old idiot. At this. Choquart,
pale with rage, rose from his seat, and
said to Mouton:
81 have taken an oath TO slap the
face of any man who insults my
King. shall now, therefore, slap
yours"
The situation was exceedingly grave,
and every body felt drcadfully uncom-
Portable. Choquart suddenly stopped
short, and said:
Dear mel owe Mouton louis,
and can not strike him without first
reimbursng the money. 1t would be
ungentlcmanly in me TO act otherwise.
Briffaut, lend me louis, will you, that
l may slap Mouton's face?"
81 have no change" answered Brit
fault.
''Bouffe, quick, lend me louis, that
l may cuff Mouton's carsr'
"My dear Choquart," replied Bouffe,
81 shall be only too happy to lend you
four times the amount outside Of this
place, but can not lend you louis
for the purpose you mention
At that moment l entered the coffee
house.
"Ah! here comes VIlemot," ex.
claimed Choquart, and bounding 10.
ward me he said, hurriedly: "Lend
me louis. Quick! l want to box
Mouton's ears, and delicacY requires
that should first give back the louis
/ owe him."
was at loss to make out what nc